The gross street piles adorned with various “colors” and garbage bags and people’s discarded cheeseburgers and/or booze bottles and/or bodily fluids will still be there, albeit slightly shorter, and surrounded by larger puddles, come tomorrow night when you’re tromping around in your fancy clothes in search of a party, and later, when folks are drunkenly stumbling to abodes their own or another’s.

Take heed. It’s gonna be uugggggly the next day, regardless of any walk of shame you’re planning (or not planning) on making.